"What happened to being polite? I'd like you to be polite," the Good Man insisted.
Little Dude looked puzzled for a moment and then said, "Here you go," handing his daddy a plate.
As for LittleR Dude, he seems to think that the dinner table is some sort of ballet bar. So far, enunciating my wishes for the table to remain foot-free has not helped.


Oh bless those little feet - too cute...just curling over the edge!! Altogether way too cute to tell off!!
ReplyDeleteLove those feet on the table.
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I can't stand it when my girls put their feet on my table.
I could just eat 'em. In fact, when my baby stops putting his toes up on the table, I'm installing a ballet bar and requiring that he shove his little toes on it so that I can admire them -- until he's about five. My oldest is five, and she has foot stank. Nothing edible about those toes 'tall...
ReplyDeleteawww why are baby toes so cute. I can't kiss my baby's toes enough.
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